Law Man (Dream Man #3)(49)

“Is this you helping out?” I asked quietly.

“Yeah,” he answered just as quietly.

It was a nice thing to do. Intrusive and over the line, but nice.

Damn.

“We need to agree what other ways you’re going to help out,” I told him.

“You set up afterschool childcare?”

“Yeah.”

“Then I take them to school ‘cause it’s off your schedule but on mine. I can get away to pick them up and take them to childcare so I’ll do that too. If I’m off before you, I get them and they hang with me until you come home. You work weekend days, if I can look after them, I will. If one of your posse can’t kick in when I got something on, Ma or my sister Penny’ll do it. Those are the ways I’m gonna help out.”

I stared up at him. That wasn’t helping out. That was doing most of the tough stuff.

“That’s too much,” I pointed out the obvious.

“It’s not a big deal.”

“You have a job, a life,” I reminded him.

“I can fit this in,” he told me.

I shook my head. “I’m not comfortable with that.”

“Mara, sweetheart, I’m tellin’ you, it’s not a big deal.”

“But it is. You barely know me. You barely know them!” I was not only uncomfortable, I was getting freaked out.

“I’m gonna get to know you and the same with them.”

My head tipped to the side. “What happens when you get to know me and you don’t want to get to know me anymore? What happens to them?”

He tipped his head back and looked at the ceiling then he muttered, “Christ, here we go again.”

I gave a little shove to his chest and snapped, “Mitch!” and his eyes came back to me. “Seriously.”

“Seriously?” he asked. “I can’t tell the future. All I know is, right now, I want to get to know you and I’m gonna set about doin’ that. I also know those two kids out there have had it tough; they need to learn the lesson that there are good people in this world who give a shit because their Dad sure as f**k doesn’t. I’m tellin’ you I’m willin’ to step in and help them learn that lesson. We’re both adults. We’re both decent people. Because of that, those two, whatever happens with us, won’t feel it.”

“I don’t –”

“Mara,” his arms gave me a squeeze, “baby, you’ve got to live in the now. Not in your head. Not controlled by your fears. You can’t live for what might happen five months in the future. You got issues you gotta face today. You gotta deal with them now. You got two kids who count on you and their lives aren’t gonna go perfect every day because you weigh every decision you make and tread cautiously. Those options are no longer available to you. You’re gonna have to live day to day and make decisions on the fly. And I’m tellin’ you I’m here to help. You need it and they need it. Are you honestly gonna say no?”

I pressed my lips together finding it annoying when he was right.

I didn’t tell him that. Instead I changed the subject.

“There are other things we need to talk about.”

He stared at me a second then shook his head once and sighed.

Then he said, “Yeah, the Trailer Trash Twins.”

“Well, actually, no,” I told him. “I was referring to, um…what, uh…what happened last night.”

He smiled and shook his head again. “Jesus, you can’t even say it.”

My eyes narrowed and then I informed him, “I don’t need to say it to tell you it’s not going to happen again.”

His head jerked slightly back as he stared at me. Then he burst out laughing.

“Mitch!” I snapped, slapping his chest with one of my hands.

Still chuckling, he remarked, “Fuck, that was funny.”

“I wasn’t being funny,” I retorted.

Now only grinning, he said, “You’re tellin’ me after the three best kisses you’ve ever had, kisses you had with me, you’re never gonna kiss me again?”

“That’s exactly what I’m saying.”

“You’re standing in your bedroom, in my arms, wearin’ your cute nightie and robe, tellin’ me you’re never gonna kiss me again.”

“Yes!” I bit out.

“You’re cracked.”

“I am not!” My voice was rising.

“That’s okay, sweetheart, it’s cute.”

“I’m not cracked!”

Suddenly, his face was all I could see and that face was serious as a heart attack.

“It’s gonna happen again, Mara,” he promised me. “I’m gonna kiss you and you’re gonna kiss me. I’m gonna do other things to you and you’re gonna do other things to me. No way in hell even you can share a kiss with a man like the ones we shared last night and not explore where that could go.”

“Mitch –”

“Tell yourself all you want it’s not gonna happen but I’m tellin’ you, baby, it is.”

“I think –”

“That subject’s closed,” he announced. “Now we’re talkin’ about the Trailer Trash Twins.”